HOOKED, LINES, SINK HER
If Cessair had her wits about her,
she would not have climbed
to that last craggy nook to drown;
but learned to swim and sail,
and not depend on that first poet
to throw her a line. Hooked,
poor Noah's pretty granddaughter.
Beware a guy with bad lines
and more than his share of wives!
(c) 2003 Rennie Lorca
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